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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Poetry Friday- "Sounding" The End of February

The wonderful Heidi Mordhorst of My Juicy Little Universe is our host for Poetry Friday, and the last thing I heard from her is that she was hearing murmurs from those bulbs "below below/the frozen ground" in a poem titled Nine Below. I hope that warmth has finally come her way! From reading her post for Poetry Friday, looks as if she's going to be celebrating her birthday month of March with a great challenge, too. Head on over for more from her, and to all the other poetry links.

Poets are winding up this birthday month of Laura Shovan, Author Amok. I've had a great time writing, and imagine that Laura enjoyed her birthday "gifts". I certainly did. One more poem on Saturday, then March arrives-hopefully like a lion so I can believe that spring will arrive soon. Here is another poem I wrote this month, the sound to me of a bit of a ringing rat-a-tat-tat!

In addition to writing poems, I also celebrated Laura Purdie Salas' new poetry book A Rock Can Behere. And Matt Forrest Esenwine at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme reviewed it this week, too! It's coming out Sunday, the long wait is over, and time to find this next beautiful book in her series! You can find more about it here!

Oh, I thought my grandmother's house (which would be appropriately deemed cluttered these days) was a treasure chest. It was! Thanks for sharing these lovely words which spark other memories. Love the line: "rat-a-tatted by a mouse." :0) (And bravo for you for all you do to play along in these great challenges. And all you do in general!)

I have such good memories of my grandmother's house. She didn't have many toys, but I loved working the pedal on her sewing machine and going through the drawers of bobbins and buttons. A lovely memory poem, Linda.

I wonder sometimes if the next generations will have any idea of how things work. Hardly anything is mechanical anymore. No fixing of wind up and gear toys now! No looking at the innards to figure out them out. Super flowing poem, Linda.

I think it would be wonderful to show them some of those toys. See if they can figure out how they moved. Maybe pick up a box of old parts or broken mechanical toys and see what they could do? There could be some pictures and poems in that! I want to come play, too!

"I played it with my memories" <– so lovely! I don't have many grandparent memories... and certainly not like this, but my mother (who's an antiques dealer) used to have all sorts of this stuff in the bedroom where my kids slept when we came to visit. They loved it!

Linda, this is a delightful poem that fits very nicely with the song. I did listen to that sound but never completed a poem. Thank you for sharing yours. Digging into my grandmother's treasures has revealed some pieces that are cherished.

Playing it with memories... loved that! We have my mother-in-law's old music box from when she was a little girl, and your poem makes me think of the times our kids would wind it up to listen and remember her by. These sound poems are such fun to listen in on, Linda - bravo to you all for jumping in and letting your poetic imaginations fly!

I love those old wind up toys! I remember having a monkey with a drum similar to your mouse. Your poem was a delight to read and brought back memories of my grandfather and his "antique" toys. Thanks for this, Linda!